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Relics of the First Age

@Sep I think you said something about it earlier but you wanted us all to start off around the same area right?

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1 | Hall | Cafeteria
_{Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343 @Phoenix347}

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He had decided after hearing her tease Mr. Hanson and somewhat inspect his presence, that she was insanely beautiful. There was a different kind of pressure gnawing at the back of his head now. He figured that Tessa was beautiful but he never felt such an awkwardness or tension prod on him around her. He blushed profusely... then tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and exhaled gently.

Weirdness wrangled in, Sirius twisted in the chair to face, Ayame, not quite invasive but obviously piqued by her assertion. "You don't think I look like a solider? I actually get the feeling I'm a great pilot and I haven't even had my first sortie yet. I was recruited due to being a Innovator." Agitation flashed across his face after realizing the assumption he put forth. "Though don't let that fool you, I'm more than just my fancy genetics. I'm actually pretty good, phenomenal even. I've broken records over at Side 3, using my precious Neodu of course."

He chortled remembering the glee of piloting his suit. He looked at his food and his laughter faded; two or three mouthfuls were missing from the platter. That, oddly enough made him think of Tessa. So he looked back to where she had been and seen her gone. That wasn't unusual, she tended to disappear after a time of being with him. He chewed his lower lip, worry touching his eyes. "I guess to answer your question... I'm here to protect what I can. To fight this...this war."

Relics of the First Age

Oz

_{"Would you like to witness my tricks?"}

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Unmasked

Name: Ozymandias "Oz" | The Grim Jester
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: None
Relic Description: The Mask he wears allows for the creation of something out of nothing. The placement of said creation cannot interfere with another living structure of matter or be living itself. A structure cannot be created without a clear, stable image and understanding of the desired object. No object created can supersede the will or ambition of the Relic wielder. Structures created by the Mask dematerializes within 24 hours of creation unless a clear dematerialization time is set during creation. Various sizes and functions can cause differing effects. Exceptionally strong structures, in exchange for unnatural strength, must be used alone. Others will require the Relic wielder to make a pact or sacrifice with the Mask. To make a pact with the Mask or to commit to a sacrifice to create a stronger structure is the most dangerous of undertakings. The unique structures created by the Mask is directly tied to Ozymandias' spirituality and strength of will.

Flaws: Ozymandias' has a troubled psyche. He is mostly self-serving in all his endeavors whether they be acts of kindness or willful arguments to defend his opinion. That being said, Ozymandias does carry himself with a near permeant air of detachment, a severe degree of fickleness and indifference came with that territory as well. A lack of friends, family, and overall affection turned into a social impairment, that in turn made him quite the actor; which is to say that Ozymandias is not all that trustworthy and responsible, lest it benefits him.

Skills: Most important is probably his survival skills. Capable of hunting and sheltering himself against the elements. He's a practiced user of spears, daggers, bows, and a rather unusual master of the sword. He learned this for various users working out the old guildhall he worked at. This hodgepodge mixture of mentors has his form vary from weapon to weapon, adding to his already vacillating combat style. Like his namesake, he works mostly on misdirection and tricks, though it appears all of this sits on a foundation of finesse and dexterity. Outside of that, he is somewhat of a people-reader. Establishing universal expressions with certain emotions. His voice is also rather flexible, allowing for him to effortlessly raise his pitch and tone to match a certain other persona of his.

Biography: Ozymandias has a checkered and complex past and for the sake of brevity we shall condense it into something digestible. His childhood was wrought with hunger, his parents--selfish creatures abandoned his sister and himself during a particularly terrible winter. They survived that winter through grit and luck. The two children would go on to find work in The Great Plains. As the servants of a lesser guildhall, the two had found shelter and honest work. The next summer Ozymandias' sister would vanish instead of returning to their cot.

Internalizing his abandonment, Ozymandias worked steadily in this Guildhall until the age of 20. Between this he picked up tricks and skills from the various warriors, both old and new that regularly sought employment. Over the years he had begun to notice the Guildmaster's lecherous eyes on the little girls that accompanied the warriors or merchants and a suspicion had sprouted from once-innocent memories of bruises and tears from his elder sister. Once he was sure of the Guildmaster's guilt, rage and darkness was born inside him. A few months later, the Guildmaster ended up dead and the Guildhall was razed to the ground.

Throughout the lonely years, Ozymandias realized a few things about himself. First was that he enjoyed killing; it soothed an ache inside of himself. It gave life to the Grim Jester. The second thing he understood was that anonymity was a gift. It hid, protected, and allowed for one to be themselves; unfiltered and unabashed. No one could judge what they did not truly see. Did not truly know. It was not until a bent-back peddler offered him The Mask did Ozymandias find his purpose. His sovereignty. To see the chaos unshackled in the hearts of those most grounded, most calm. To see fear breed into terror on the brows of those who feel the most secure.

Personality/motivation: Ozymandias is seemingly dual natured, fooling even himself at times. While normally meandering around as Ozymandias he comes across as quiet, disinterested, and mostly caring or kind. He easily helps out those in his immediate space, creating a sense of humaneness about him. He carries an old satchel around and typically has a book out to easily separate himself from others. As the Grim Jester he's more calculated, vocal, and cold. He wears his distaste for people like a veil, letting it flow here and there obviously. Every move and action taken is carefully thought out in order to inspire fear and plant chaos. Though lately he's found his motivations becoming grandiose. He wants people to understand a degree of his pain of abandonment while also creating a proper place for his newfound hobbies of murder and his fledgling dream of controlling others indefinitely.

Relations: N/A as of now. I'm open to suggestions.

Final Point - Secrets: His identity as The Grim Jester.

Relics of the First Age

@Sep Is it cool to go ahead and post it in the CHAR section?

Relics of the First Age

Band of Hope

The Band of Hope is ruled by Gisla the Dragon, though she has advisors to help with decision making. I imagine them being in the thousands, incorporating all races into their ranks. Based out of the Great Plains and typically an assortment of tents, horses, and campfires.

• Established during The First Age. [just to give plenty of others a chance to insert themselves into the history of the band]
• Was unofficially involved in the war. [split-faction of the band participated in war against The Leader's wishes]
• Split up during the war with one side set on 'exploration' [i.e. being a neutral party] and the other on aiding the Kingdom [actively participating in the battle in support of Kheris/ none of which was high-up in the band].
• The 4 veteran members [maybe we can come up with some catchy title] of the Band of Hope often accept apprentices or 'Heirs' to teach personally. High-honor and a quick way to earn power and sway. The Leader does not do this.
• Gisla the Dragon is fairly new to the Leader position [maybe a year in] but has taken the reigns nicely. She's stronger than the last and has a bottomless ambition. She is renowned for taming and riding a Tyrant Wyvern into serious battles. She's named him Lavass

So I guess maybe Wyverns are a thing. I don't know the specifics about Wyverns but give me a few days and I can get some information on them.

Oz

_{"Would you like to witness my tricks?"}

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Unmasked

Name: Ozymandias "Oz" | The Grim Jester
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: None
Relic Description: The Mask he wears allows for the creation of something out of nothing. The placement of said creation cannot interfere with another living structure of matter or be living itself. A structure cannot be created without a clear, stable image and understanding of the desired object. No object created can supersede the will or ambition of the Relic wielder. Structures created by the Mask dematerializes within 24 hours of creation unless a clear dematerialization time is set during creation. Various sizes and functions can cause differing effects. Exceptionally strong structures, in exchange for unnatural strength, must be used alone. Others will require the Relic wielder to make a pact or sacrifice with the Mask. To make a pact with the Mask or to commit to a sacrifice to create a stronger structure is the most dangerous of undertakings. The unique structures created by the Mask is directly tied to Ozymandias' spirituality and strength of will.

Flaws: Ozymandias' has a troubled psyche. He is mostly self-serving in all his endeavors whether they be acts of kindness or willful arguments to defend his opinion. That being said, Ozymandias does carry himself with a near permeant air of detachment, a severe degree of fickleness and indifference came with that territory as well. A lack of friends, family, and overall affection turned into a social impairment, that in turn made him quite the actor; which is to say that Ozymandias is not all that trustworthy and responsible, lest it benefits him.

Skills: Most important is probably his survival skills. Capable of hunting and sheltering himself against the elements. He's a practiced user of spears, daggers, bows, and a rather unusual master of the sword. He learned this for various users working out the old guildhall he worked at. This hodgepodge mixture of mentors has his form vary from weapon to weapon, adding to his already vacillating combat style. Like his namesake, he works mostly on misdirection and tricks, though it appears all of this sits on a foundation of finesse and dexterity. Outside of that, he is somewhat of a people-reader. Establishing universal expressions with certain emotions. His voice is also rather flexible, allowing for him to effortlessly raise his pitch and tone to match a certain other persona of his.

Biography: Ozymandias has a checkered and complex past and for the sake of brevity we shall condense it into something digestible. His childhood was wrought with hunger, his parents--selfish creatures abandoned his sister and himself during a particularly terrible winter. They survived that winter through grit and luck. The two children would go on to find work in The Great Plains. As the servants of a lesser guildhall, the two had found shelter and honest work. The next summer Ozymandias' sister would vanish instead of returning to their cot.

Internalizing his abandonment, Ozymandias worked steadily in this Guildhall until the age of 20. Between this he picked up tricks and skills from the various warriors, both old and new that regularly sought employment. Over the years he had begun to notice the Guildmaster's lecherous eyes on the little girls that accompanied the warriors or merchants and a suspicion had sprouted from once-innocent memories of bruises and tears from his elder sister. Once he was sure of the Guildmaster's guilt, rage and darkness was born inside him. A few months later, the Guildmaster ended up dead and the Guildhall was razed to the ground.

Throughout the lonely years, Ozymandias realized a few things about himself. First was that he enjoyed killing; it soothed an ache inside of himself. It gave life to the Grim Jester. The second thing he understood was that anonymity was a gift. It hid, protected, and allowed for one to be themselves; unfiltered and unabashed. No one could judge what they did not truly see. Did not truly know. It was not until a bent-back peddler offered him The Mask did Ozymandias find his purpose. His sovereignty. To see the chaos unshackled in the hearts of those most grounded, most calm. To see fear breed into terror on the brows of those who feel the most secure.

Personality/motivation: Ozymandias is seemingly dual natured, fooling even himself at times. While normally meandering around as Ozymandias he comes across as quiet, disinterested, and mostly caring or kind. He easily helps out those in his immediate space, creating a sense of humaneness about him. He carries an old satchel around and typically has a book out to easily separate himself from others. As the Grim Jester he's more calculated, vocal, and cold. He wears his distaste for people like a veil, letting it flow here and there obviously. Every move and action taken is carefully thought out in order to inspire fear and plant chaos. Though lately he's found his motivations becoming grandiose. He wants people to understand a degree of his pain of abandonment while also creating a proper place for his newfound hobbies of murder and his fledgling dream of controlling others indefinitely.

Relations: N/A as of now. I'm open to suggestions.

Final Point - Secrets: His identity as The Grim Jester.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1 | Hall | Cafeteria
_{Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343 @Phoenix347}

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Sirius barely noticed the newcomer, her voice registered and even her presence next to him but as a whole; he was engrossed in Hanson's reply. A part of him was comfortable with admitting his hunger for 'it'; while not entirely sure what it was, he sensed it came in the form of personal expression. He felt an understanding gaining shape and that had lightened his mood. He smirked, veiling the fist he held on the table with a laxed hand.

"Ah shucks, you're no barbarian Mr. Hanson. You seem to be really smart to me. Your life as a soldier, your insight... its a guide. A tome of unique experiences. I'm impressed and excited to see where my own path takes me." His gaze fell onto his hands; knowing that beneath one, the other was trembling with excitement. It felt good to know someone echoed his sentiment about Tessa, the things she told him wasn't right. "Someday we should get in the simulators together."

Then after a pause, he remembered someone had sat next to him. He looked at her for a long moment more. Searching her eyes like he had hundreds others for that special 'jolt' he got from, Tessa. As usual, there was nothing. "Hey, I'm Sirius Free, nice to meet'cha," he said with a smile.

Relics of the First Age.

@Sep If you'd have me, I'd like to pour a bit more of myself than usual into this endeavor of yours. Considering a few of my RPs are going slow and this seems enticing. Gonna try something new if you'd let me join so bare with me and previous disasters lol.

As for the world-building, I'm willing to co-op with others.

I have a powerful band of mercenaries in mind.

The Band of Hope is ruled by a single individual, Gisla the Dragon [26 | Female] though she has advisors to help with decision making. I have some ideas and traits of the Band of Hope that could be expanded upon if others wanted to help out with it.

• Established 5 generations ago. [just to give plenty of others a chance to insert themselves into the history of the band]
• Was unofficially involved in the war. [split-faction of the band participated in war against the leader's wishes]
• Split up during the war with one side set on 'exploration' [i.e. being a neutral party] and the other on aiding the Kingdom [actively participating in the battle in support of Kheris/ none of which was high-up in the band].
• The 4 veteran members [maybe we can come up with some catchy title] of the Band of Hope often accept apprentices or 'Heirs' to teach personally. High-honor and a quick way to earn power and sway. The Leader does not do this.
• Gisla the Dragon is fairly new to the leader position [maybe a year in] but has taken the reigns nicely. She's stronger than the last and has a bottomless ambition.

Anyway what do you guys think?

And even if you decide not to let me join, I give permission to run with this to anyone that'd like too.

Kingdom Hearts: Alternate Lights [Reboot]

@Letter Bee Its fine. Honestly it seems like we're all taking it slow. Take ya time and we'll see how it works out once you get it up.

Kingdom Hearts: Alternate Lights [Reboot]

Aye all we can do is try. Let's start it up and see where it goes guys.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1 | Hall | Cafeteria
_{Sirius Free, Tessa Stride & Hanson Seuclid | @Phoenix347}

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Quite frankly the two males and female scientist she had fell into conversation with were smart but nothing more than shadow-puppets for her own discretion. She considered this, even as she effortlessly managed to maneuver through their methodical conversations. Her own scientific knowledge was lacking in certain areas but she had the wit to not only get-by but to impress. Which was not as self-gratifying as knowing she was viewed as pleasant when she was truly bothered by her current situation.

Tessa had been assigned the callsign: Dreamer by Vitus itself. It was both symbolic and verbatim; the beginning of a grand idea that would start like many exceptional ascensions. The question was 'could Vitus or the minds behind the colony, take the place of Side 3 and its governing power?' She shouldn't even be considering the plan, the far-reaching ripples of such a large ambition... but was it possible? At times she knew that it was feasible but occasionally, Sirius revealed that it was more-than possible.

A sense of greatness here or an unknown-something there. A record broken and a foreseen failure turned into success.

Which was why her job was so important. Why her constant struggle between guiding Sirius to himself and molding him into Vitus' weapon was alarming, annoying, and outright heartbreaking at times. A somewhat difficult question was prompted to her by the girl at the table, Tessa smiled, somewhat on the verge of laughter. "Me and Thoma overheard some of the seniors discussing that very topic last week. What was it they had said, Thoma? do you remember?"

Oddly a cold shiver ran down her back, sending tremors up and down her. The sound of laughter had pervaded the ambient noise of conversations near and far. She looked back, along with the others of her table and spotted Sirius making an exaggerated 'X' with his arms and Hanson guffawing rather obnoxious. They all seemed amused with the show.

She flicked a suspicious glare they're way. Those two better not be talking about me, she thought.

Sirius blocked Hanson's view of Tessa, his arms stretched over his head and crossed at the forearms as the crimson-man laughed. "No way! Tessa's definitely not your type." he growled.

He righted himself back into his seat, arms crossed while processing what Hanson had said. It was frustrating considering his past, so he switched rails and fixated on the current era he found himself in. War... that word held a weight that was indescribable but a presence that felt unavoidable. It seized him and fell over him like a chorus of whispers. Technically he was a solider; fighting was his job, killing too, but he didn't have too much of an issue with that. Hanson hit the nail on the head. 'To kill or protect.' To ensure his survival, to protect Tessa, to walk his path... it all required it.

So why? why did he have an aversion to 'war' but an indifference to the facets around it? should he care about killing? Hanson didn't seem to have a problem with it either. And what of Earth, should those calling it home be his enemies?

Resources was the hushed word that came to mind then and it jumbled up the entire direction of his thoughts.

He tilted his head, eyes closed, brows frowning in contemplation. A vein forming from his temples. He shook his head not even a second later and with clear eyes asked, rather spirited, "War is kinda scary right? I mean you've been fighting for four years. It has to weigh on you. What'll happen to me when I kill someone? or when death comes for me? Is it addicting? killing, I mean." He lowered his eyes to his disturbed food, his voice less-spirited now. "Tessa says war is a necessary human function. That its 'ingrained' in our genes. Ingrained, that's the word she used but I don't too much appreciate that train of thought."

His eyes darkened and for once, his expression seemed devoid of emotion. "It twists my stomach."